New Meaning of Empty

In an earlier post, I eluded to the fact that we like to get our fridge and pantry down to pert-near nothin' before we cave and buy groceries. This past weekend might have been the mother of all emptiness. So much so that we decided to clean the fridge. This was the first time since we moved into the house we tackled this project so I'd say it was long overdue. Below is the evidence.

Take special note of the MGD golden can on the top shelf, left side. This is a friendly neighborhood game Ruggles Street likes to play. Short story goes like this: someone left this can at a gathering at Woodruffs and it never got drank. No one knows how old it is but suffice it to say, it's no longer prime for consumption. Therefore, the goal is to bring it to a social gathering of neighbors and sneak it into the next victims fridge without them knowing. The gathering has to be 3 or more households and the host can't catch you in the transition, otherwise, you have to take it back. We've been going along now for quite some time so I pity the day we make someone drink it. Although there are magically two cans now so beware… double the trouble. That's secretly why we keep our fridge so low… so we can keep tabs on the golden can! Damn you Woodruff cheaters!